Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.